#Sometimes-Trickster-Fox

[turochamp]

yuri p. as a marbled polecat, victor as an arctic fox and yuri k. as an otter, which is an animal i actually do not like drawing. i may draw him as a fox as well? it makes enough sense... then again he could also be a bunny... i know they have multiple canon fursonas but plisetsky as a weasel is a hill i will die on. and marbled polecat being patterned like a junjle cat is PERFECT. the beast.

[scalpho]

pib and pinocchio being best friends and pib ALSO being the cat from pinocchio's story (ie. he tries to rob pinocchio, gets his paw bitten off by pinocchio and subsequently attempts to hang him) is wild and has potential that i can't hammer down but. there's definitely something there

[colorlessjay]

Jackalope Cas all bloody and beaten after Mark of Cain Dean attacked him, perhaps with an antler or both snapped off in the beating and looking like just anybunny, in that moment the closest to “nature” the 2 of them have ever been.

Dean snarling and almost ready to rip into Cas’s throat and Cas just gonna let him :(

This isn't what you asked for, but I got distracted while drawing what you asked for, so you get this instead

anyways

Still gonna clarify that this IS @mint80s' AU and that ya'll should be asking these in their inbox

Not that I don't love your headcanons, I just don't wanna claim credit for an AU I'm making fanart for

My own headcanon is that every Angel is some mythical mixed creature. Like Jackalopes, Unicorns, dragons, etc. While Demons are fucked up facts or symbolisms of alreact existing creatures. Like the RatKing, Foxes, Ravens, etc.

Angels use their unique features (antlers, horns, wings) to stand in for Angel Blades. And when they die, that unique feature is burned into the ground

Meanwhile, Demons are animals empowered by the symbolisms they represent. Bad omens, tricksters, bad luck, and all that. Nothing physically manifests to make them different from any other mortal animals, except that their eyes turn pure black, like in the show sometimes

I think about these things too much

[yandere-daydreams]

your puppy!yuuta got me thinking about being hybrid!sukuna mate🗣️he'd either be regular house cat(probably stray) or a tiger

i did actually want to write a hybrid sukuna piece sometime soon, but,,, he's such a hard character to pin down T-T there's a lot of options, but nothing that really clicks, so if i may present some options for the judges:

Stray Cat!Sukuna, who's the scrappiest, most feral tomcat you've ever met. He's quick to hiss, covered in scars, and yours is the only house he'd ever be seen inside of (and, even then, he'd rather not be seen spending time with a human). He lets himself in through open windows, helps himself to any meat you've got on-hand, and only ever purrs when he's asleep or ""scenting"" an article of your clothing. He's a nuisance of a cat, and even if you wanted to, you'd never be able to get rid of him. If he's going to put up with a human, that human's going to have to be his mate, and that's not a decision he needs your input on.

Tiger!Sukuna, who's less of a predator and more of a king. Most carnivorous hybrids only hunt out of necessity, but not Sukuna - he seems to take joy in cutting down anything that crosses his path. He's a beast, even for a big cat, but around you, he might as well be a housecat - always purring and sprawling across your lap, making sure that you know that he'd rather chew off his own foot than ever dig his teeth into you. It'd be a sweeter sentiment, if you weren't so aware that his kindness doesn't extend to those he feels have spent a little too much time too near to his territory.

Fox!Sukuna, who's as fox-like as they come. He's mischievous at the best of times, but he's more like a trickster spirit than a forest hybrid, always teasing and taking advantage of his kind-hearted, empty-headed rabbit mate. You're always getting stuck in his snares and falling for his silver tongue and somehow, you always end up on your hands and knees, drooling and sobbing as he forces you to take his knot. It's just unfair, but as a smaller prey hybrid, you don't have any other choice but to rely on him. No matter how mean he might be to you, Sukuna always makes sure to take good care of his stupid little mate <3

[astra-ravana]

Trickster Spirits

Trickster spirits are a fascinating and complex aspect of mythology, folklore, and magick. They are beings that challenge, deceive, teach, and disrupt, often blurring the line between chaos and wisdom. Tricksters can be helpful guides, mischievous troublemakers, or unpredictable forces, depending on how they are approached and the lessons they seek to impart.

What Are Trickster Spirits?

Trickster spirits are supernatural or mythological entities that thrive on bending or breaking societal norms, defying expectations, and revealing hidden truths. They are neither wholly good nor wholly bad; instead, they embody duality, paradox, and transformation.

Tricksters often use humor, riddles, deception, and unpredictability to challenge individuals and force them to think in new ways. They are catalysts for change, pushing people out of their comfort zones—whether they like it or not.

Characteristics:

• Masters of Deception – They manipulate illusions, words, and perception.

• Agents of Chaos & Change – They disrupt order but often lead to growth.

• Boundary Crossers – They exist between realms, roles, and identities.

• Amoral & Unpredictable – They operate outside human moral frameworks.

• Bearers of Hidden Wisdom – They reveal truths in unexpected ways.

• Shape-shifters – They can take different forms, often appearing as animals, humans, or spirits.

Trickster Archetypes in Mythology & Folklore

Norse – Loki: Loki is the quintessential Norse trickster, a shape-shifting god of mischief, deception, and transformation. Though often causing trouble, his actions also lead to necessary change and evolution in the Norse cosmos.

Native American – Coyote & Raven: Coyote is a wily, unpredictable figure who teaches lessons through his foolishness and cleverness alike. Raven, often a creator trickster, is known for stealing the sun and bringing light to the world.

Voodou - Papa Legba: Papa Legba embodies wisdom, wit, and unpredictability. He can test people’s patience, humility, or sincerity, sometimes presenting obstacles to teach important lessons. He challenges assumptions and disrupts rigid structures, forcing individuals to adapt and grow.  Despite his trickster nature, he is generally seen as a benevolent and wise guide, helping those who show him respect.

African & Caribbean – Anansi: Anansi the Spider is a West African trickster who uses his wit and intelligence to outsmart stronger foes. He is both a cunning problem-solver and a mischievous troublemaker.

Greek – Hermes: Hermes, the messenger god, is also a trickster who steals, deceives, and breaks boundaries. He is associated with commerce, travel, and magic, making him a liminal figure between worlds.

Hoodoo – Br’er Rabbit: A figure from African American folklore, Br’er Rabbit is a clever trickster who outwits stronger enemies through cunning rather than strength.

Japanese - Kitsune: A Kitsune is a fox spirit known for its intelligence, shape-shifting abilities, and trickster nature. They can transform into human form, often appearing as beautiful women, monks, or ordinary travelers to deceive or test humans.

Celtic – Puck & The Fae: Puck (or Robin Goodfellow) is a playful trickster spirit of English folklore, often linked to the mischievous fae. The Fae themselves can be unpredictable and trick humans into bargains or illusions.

Islamic - Djinn: In folklore and legends, some djinn exhibit trickster-like qualities—granting wishes in ways that lead to unintended consequences or misleading people for their own amusement. This is why, in many stories, dealing with djinn requires caution, wisdom, and often specific rituals to avoid being deceived.

European - Reynard the Fox: Reynard is a classic trickster figure from European medieval folklore, particularly in French, Dutch, and German literature. He is a cunning and deceitful fox who outsmarts stronger and more powerful animals.

How They Interact with Witches

Trickster spirits can be guides, disruptors, and initiators in witchcraft. They challenge practitioners to question their assumptions, test their limits, and grow spiritually.

Common Ways They Manifest:

• In dreams, riddles, or visions.

• Through strange synchronicities or repeated symbols.

• By causing small mishaps that lead to deeper insights.

• Through divination (giving confusing or paradoxical answers).

Why Work with Trickster Spirits?

• To break through spiritual stagnation.

• To enhance cunning, creativity, and adaptability.

• To learn lessons in a non-traditional or unexpected way.

• To embrace the chaos and flow of life.

The Risks

• Unpredictability – They do not follow straightforward rules.

• Testing & Challenges – They might deceive you to force you to think deeper.

• Mischief & Pranks – They may cause minor disruptions to keep you on your toes.

• Moral Ambiguity – They do not adhere to human ethical frameworks.

How to Work with Trickster Spirits

Establish Boundaries - Tricksters love loopholes. When calling upon them, be clear about what you will and will not accept. Example:

"I invite only lessons that lead to wisdom, not harm."

Offerings & Gifts - Trickster spirits enjoy playful, unexpected, or symbolic offerings, such as:

• Coins (especially flipped or stolen ones).

• Jokes, riddles, or humorous poetry.

• Mirrors or objects that distort perception.

• Dice, playing cards, or trick objects.

Divination & Communication - Tricksters often communicate through:

• Tarot (especially The Fool, The Magician, and The Tower cards).

• Pendulum divination (sometimes answering playfully or misleadingly).

• Scrying, but with shifting or hidden images.

Ending a Relationship with a Trickster Spirit - If their presence becomes overwhelming, politely but firmly ask them to leave. A ritual to cut energetic ties with a trickster might involve:

• Burying their offering in the earth.

• Burning a symbolic item (like a playing card).

• Speaking a clear farewell intention:

“The game is done, the lesson learned, go now in peace, your presence turned.”

Trickster Spirits in Everyday Life

Trickster energy can manifest without summoning a specific spirit. Some signs of trickster influence:

• Objects disappearing and reappearing in odd places.

• Unexplained tech glitches at significant moments.

• Recurring jokes, puns, or trickster animals (foxes, crows, spiders).

• A sudden, unexpected twist of fate—sometimes lucky, sometimes challenging.

Example: Missing the bus only to run into an old friend you wouldn’t have met otherwise. Tricksters disrupt the expected to create new possibilities.

Tricksters are powerful, unpredictable, and wise in unconventional ways. Whether they come into your life as guides, tests, or mischief-makers, they always leave behind lessons in adaptability, resilience, and transformation.

[johnwickb1tsch]

oral agreement ~ a dribble drabble

you make a bet with conor o'neil... nsfw, it's a little naughty 🤭 disclaimer: i kno v little about le sports... enjoy! 😂😈

You’d never admit it out loud, but it might be true that you’ve always had a soft spot for Conor O’Neil. He’s kind of a shithead sometimes, but sometimes? He’s not so bad. You've been bartending at his favorite watering hole for what feels like an eternity now, like you’ve both become just part of the fixtures. 

You used to hookup, occasionally, when he was the last one drinking, closing down the bar because he didn't want to go home, brought low over losing a bet with money he didn’t really have. It was always fast, and not terribly sweet, but that was just life and you were used to it by now. Hoping for more from a man these days was just asking to get yourself hurt one way or another. 

So what, if he fried your last brain cell, that one time he came strutting into the bar, bellowing the lyrics to Big Poppa like the gospel, grabbing you up as he crooned the last line of the chorus and planting one on you. “Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin’ my baby! Baby…” 

“You wish, O’Neil,” you’d groused, pushing him off with a roll of eyes, even if his soft lips on yours made you tingle all over. He was so annoying, with those sparkling dark eyes, and that trickster’s grin. A baby is the last thing you need right now, (you can barely take care of yourself), but you never forget what it felt like to be held in that man’s big hands, even if he only meant it as a joke. 

Ha fucking ha. 

You’d watched from afar as coaching those kids healed something inside him. Gave him something to care about, besides the next score. You were happy for him, even if he didn’t come in as frequently. It was good that he stopped putting down ruinous bets with your boss. Sometimes he brought that pretty teacher around too. She was like a ray of pure sunshine–not a creature of the night like you. You pretended that you weren’t jealous, but fuck. It kinda hurt. 

When he starts drinking more because they obviously broke up, you try not to be smug about it. 

One night you’re cleaning glasses, and he’s watching the Bull’s game with a bit more interest than his usual of late. 

“You got money on them?” you ask, trying to keep the note of worry from your tone. Maybe you’re glad to have him back, but you don’t want to see him totally backslide.    “Nah, I don’t do that anymore. Unless…” Damn him for that one-hundred percent Irish glitter of mischief in his eyes. “You want to?”  You scoff, turning your attention back down to the tumbler in your hand. “I work too hard for my money to gamble it away.”  He smirks at you, a hint of the old sly fox returned. “We could bet something else?” There’s that gleam in his eye again, and you don’t think it has anything to do with you. Gambling was this man’s first love; the excitement of it still clearly turns him up. Maybe it’s not about the money, really, but the rush in the winning. You hate to admit that there’s something alluring in the way he suggests it.  “Like what?” you bite.  He lifts his eyebrows at you playfully. You keep your cool, but fuck you if a spear of heat does not shoot straight to your loins. This fucking guy.  You lean on the bar, (knowing he has a clear view of your cleavage, you know how to make your tips), tilting your head. “You want to make an oral agreement, Conor?”  He smiles at you the way wolves smile at sheep. “Sure, sweetheart. I’ll take that bet. Bulls will win, 6 up.” “Hmm. Alright. I think the Hornets are going to wipe the floor with them. By eight.”  Conor whistles at your bravado. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”  “Yeah, definitely.”  “You got an insider tip or somethin’?”  You shrug, reaching for another glass. “I like their colors.” Maybe you work at a sports bar, but you’re not really into sports, and you say things that are obviously wrong all the time just to elbow your customers, and you get away with it too. (see above reference to cleavage).  He snorts at you, though you know he thinks you’re cute.  And then he watches with disbelief as Charlotte cleans Chicago’s clock. You watch the game end with a smug little smile, leaning on the bar across from him.  “Well. Looks like it’s your lucky night,” he says with a heat in his eyes that curls your toes.  “I guess we’ll find out if that mouth’s good for anything besides talking shit.”  He throws his head back, barking with mirth. “I guess so.” His gaze strays down to your mouth, and your clit throbs with immediate and remorseless betrayal.  Treacherous cunt. 

He stays until closing, helping you stack the chairs so the night janitor can clean the floors. You can feel his eyes on you from across the room, and when your chores are done he catches you up with one of those massive hands engulfing your hip, pulling you against him. “So what’s your pleasure, pretty lady?” he teases you, grinning as your fingers curl in the lapels of his leather jacket. 

“Step into my office,” you say, tugging him towards the back of the bar.  You’re not sure why it surprises you so much, when he gathers you into his arms and kisses you along the way. Maybe because last time you hooked up was all business, a desperate and almost clinical pursuit of release executed together against the bathroom wall. It hadn't been disappointing, per se, but nowhere near romantic. He’s downright kissing you like he likes you–who even is this guy, and what did he do with the Conor O’Neil you’ve known for years? And goddamn if he doesn’t keep kissing you, walking you backwards with those large hands on your ribcage, catching you around the waist when you trip over your own feet. “Mmm. Easy there,” he teases you in a low rumble, his lips on your neck. “Someone’s excited.”  “Oh, fuck you.”  He takes zero offense, chuckling darkly in a way that sends shivers across your skin.  “I wish. But that wasn’t in the stakes.”  As you cross the threshold of the tiny office his nimble hands are working the button of your jeans, those long fingers sliding into your panties to check the score. He finds you wet, and the groan in your ear while he strums at your slit makes you weak in the knees. “A little eager here, sweetheart?”  “Just looking forward to shutting you up.”  He laughs, that open burst of mirth that lights up his whole face. He’s beautiful, and you find yourself staring at him like an idiot for a few moments too long. He doesn’t tease you though. His expression softens, his other hand cupping your cheek. “Sorry I’m such an asshole.”  He says this, of course, while dipping a finger inside you, making you whine.  “Conor…”  “Alright, alright.” He walks you backwards to the tiny desk covered in paperwork, pitching you on top of it like you weigh nothing. He strips you of your pants, only temporarily stymied when he remembers he has to take off your shoes first. Maybe you should be embarrassed, butt ass naked on your boss’s desk, but you can’t stop yourself from giggling. (You haven't had nearly as much to drink as he has, and you should know better…but here you are.) “Very funny.” He swallows whatever smart retort you might have made with another kiss that lights you up like an atom bomb, his thumb circling your clit while he leans over you. He moans in your mouth every time he swipes your entrance for more slick. “So wet for me, my pretty girl, bet you taste as sweet as you look.” So what, if his deep voice in your ear makes your thighs clench and your legs shake? So what, if you make a sound that’s barely human, when he sits in the office chair and slings your knees over his broad shoulders, kissing the insides of your thighs before putting his mouth there. And maybe there’s something to be said, for a man who never shuts up. Maybe he’s been training for this, because that devilish tongue is heaven on your clit and jesus fucking christ when he slides two of those long, thick fingers inside you, you’ve never come undone so quickly for a man. It’s mortifying, really, the way you shout and bow and squeeze him with your thighs like you intend to milk every little last drop of pleasure from his touch.  By the time he’s done with you you’re both spent, you lying across the desk with papers strewn everywhere, and him resting with his cheek on your thigh. 

He would be the first one to break the silence. “How bout them Hornets?” 

You giggle in reply, too spent to form actual words.  “The Pistons vs the Lakers are on tomorrow. Care to make things interesting?” Finally you’re able to sit up on your elbows, looking down your body at this man with the mischievous glitter in his eyes. “I dunno. I’m pretty happy with my winnings.”  He sticks out his lip in a pout that should be ridiculous on a grown-ass man. “Oh come on, sweetheart, give me a chance to win something back.”  “Hmm. You could just…ask me out to dinner?”  You regret it the moment it leaves your lips, and you’ve never known such dread as in in the few long seconds of silence before he smiles up at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your thigh. “Alright. Are you off tomorrow?”  “Yeah.”  “It’s a date.” 

He stands, offering your inside-out jeans back, but you can’t help but sit there swinging your bare legs, admiring the impressive tent in his trousers. “Conor?” 

“Yeah baby?”  “Take off your pants.” His grin is so bright it’s blinding in this dingy little closet of an office, and you can’t help but squirm, suddenly feeling like your heart doesn’t quite fit in your chest anymore.  “Yes ma’am.”  

[punksocks]

Astro Observations No.12:

-just my opinions, take them with a grain of salt !

-Does anyone else notice that Taurus in the big 6 (but even more in the big 3) gives people a square/sturdy look about them.? Their head or their hair or even their hands or their torso (more rectangular but ykno same rule applies) some physical aspect of them tends to be squared off.

-Omg nobody likes showing off their significant other like a fixed Venus! (If they really like them ofc)

-Mars in 1st/Aries risings walk really fast and are always going like they’re got places to be even when they’re just wandering around.

-Said this in my astro analysis on the show You but like, Mars in Asc/Aries rising women can have a bit like not like other girls or I mostly get guy friends vibe a lot of the time. Sometimes I notice this with Aries moon women as well (sometimes they think they’re above more traditionally feminine women sometimes they don’t, this depends on how they’re socialized imo)

-Scorpio/Chiron rising may have tattoos heal especially well on their body (it’s scarification after all)

-Men/Masc folks with heavy water placements tend to be…tumultuous. I think its a cross of how masculinity is defined societally (patriarchy is such a thing) and the intense emotionality that water heavy folks already tend to experience. I think developed water heavy guys can be very comforting and emotionally in tuned and have a very nuanced sense of masculinity, but they usually have a lot of work to do to get there. Heavy Scorpio placements are known for this but Men with Cancer in the big 6 have a lot of work to do with their relationship to women & femmes/feminity/their mothers/ being nurturing/healthy emotional expression.

-Where Capricorn is can show where you’re picky and a bit rigid in your expression- Venus means you’re picky about who you romance and befriend and you can be critical of your friends and partners; moon means you express your emotions in very particular ways and can be rigid in naming your harder feelings etc.

-No matter how sweet someone is, if they have a fire Mercury they’re gonna say something out of pocket (they’re gonna go too far with a joke or something) to you just because they’re a fire Mercury. No filter imo.

-Do Gemini Venus women appear fox like or is that just something I see? Lol (maybe true for Gemini Asc as well?)

-Mercurial risings do tend to look youthful and mischievous, I believe Mercury is a trickster god in mythology and I see that all over virgo/gemini Asc. Just a sparkle of mischief in their eyes even if they’re not up to anything nefarious. Also they frequently have people guess they’re much younger than they are.

-It’s so interesting that no mater how dark Scorpio risings look kids are often like totally chill with them or even drawn to them. I’ve had kids stare and approach me. Idk why, I do feel protective over my siblings but those are kids I know lol. Maybe it’s Pisces in 5th? Giving a ethereal and empathetic approach to children in general? Food for thought. (Once a tiny girl complimented my hair from a car window and I thought I was hearing things then I saw her and I was like :,0 thank you precious child and that was that lol)

-Earth moons can have a special soothing relationship with animals, like calming for the animals and the moon natives. It’s almost symbiotic at times.

-I’m big on wearing what you want in general but especially if you’ve got that 1st, 4th, 10th house Lilith/ Lilith conjunct, square, opposition your ascendant - Reclaim your power and wear. what. you. want. Your confidence will carry you a long way. (Same can apply for Pluto aspecting Asc)

[frameacloud]

This is page number 12 of Theri There, originally posted on November 14, 2005. The image description is in the alt text. Here's the discussion thread for this page.

Notes from when I originally posted it in 2005: "Today’s comic was inspired by a certain thread where Kyoudai mentioned having had an experience of receiving sensory feedback from a phantom limb, as shown. This could be called a rather odd way of having ESP, Extra Sensory Perception. Kitsune are a kind of Japanese mythological creature. They’re shapeshifting fox-spirits, cunning magical tricksters. While I could have shown the kitsune in this comic as being like a real-world fox, I preferred kitsune as depicted in Hiroshige’s prints."

Notes from posting this again in 2025: When I was younger, phantom limbs were one of many things that I thought of within a framework of paranormal phenomena. Though it is common for people to think of their phantoms in a spiritual way, that isn't necessary for having them. Even for people who don't think of them that way, sometimes folks do tend to feel more alert about obstacles near their phantom. It's all part of the range of how people experience phantom limb phenomena, and some of it can seem strange.

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[blackbloodteeth]

@bcbdrums Happy Secret Santa! The original gifter unfortunately couldn't really make it, so old man yaoi to the rescue haha (we meet again haha)

This was originally going to be a little sillier but that wasn't really working out, so they look a little cooler now haha (can't say it couldn't happen in canon at some point hah)

Bonus doodle that I saved and an unrelated snippet below:

Spirit has no idea if Stein is doing it like this intentionally haha

————

His steps start to slow down shortly after entering the room, eyebrows furrowing at his meister cackling to himself in the corner – quite literally as Franken has nearly wedged himself against the wall with the chair facing away from him. "What on Earth are you doing back here?"

"Oh, Senpai –" Spirit preemptively pockets his hands into his suit while Stein turns to face him, a suspicious look of giddiness and a handful of… beans? "– Did you need something?"

"I wasn't really going to say yes, but now I need to know what twisted experiment I'm going to be stopping now."

Another chuckle twitches across his mouth before Stein wheels himself on over, presenting the small dried beans sitting in his palm as- wait why are they moving.

"Cydia saltitans." He watches on in horrid fascination at the tiny hopping legumes and presence of their scientific name.

"More commonly known as Mexican jumping beans." He continues to watch on in horrid fascination when an entire see-through container of them is lifted up to him. "Well, more specifically the larva of the jumping bean moth, neither of which actually being legumes."

Spirit finally remembers to blink again while gawking back at Franken's giddy smiling. "…Jumping… beans?"

"Yes. Here, hold some."

One can not be entirely sure if it was by sheer bafflement or just the helpless willingness to go along with whatever plan his meister dropped upon him that Spirit finds himself already holding out one of his hands, beans bestowed upon his palm, yet here he is anyway. Lost and four jumping beans richer like Jack before having to face a rather cumbersome magic beanstalk.

"Well.. consider me bean-boozled…"

"No, too obvious," Franken hums disapprovingly.

Spirit blinks at him again. "…Sorry, I guess I jumped to that too quickly, I think I can do moth better than that low-hanging fruit."

In an instant, Stein snickers into one of those mischievous grins of his, which for him was the equivalent of an uproarious applause. Looks like he's still got it.

————

Yes, not only did I have the amusing thought that Stein likes to collect bugs (the weirder, the better), but that of course Spirit keeps bad dad jokes up his sleeve and Stein actually delights in groan-inducing puns hahaha. He always felt like a bit of a trickster to me, so the two make a very silly duo.

(And what's the deal with the jumping beans, anyway?)

Oh hey, because my brain is truly unmitigated chaos, here's some other ideas I thought about doing, 'cause why not:

Spirit is finally going to prank Stein back after all these years he's endured, however Stein can already see him coming and always pranks back harder.

Stein is temporarily taking care of guinea pig, and decides to tease Spirit by pretending it's for an experiment.

Stein helps tie Spirit's hair up in a ponytail like how he used to wear one, out of curiosity. (I wonder how Stein would look in a man bun...)

Spirit sees himself as a fox, but Stein sees him as a hound. I had to stop myself from doing something werewolf-related again and that one scene in the anime isn't helping.

Stein is indifferent about Christmas, but loves sweaters and believes there's an art to the ugly ones. Coincidentally this makes it easier and harder to gift to him because he is surprisingly picky about them sometimes (could be Spirit's tastes hah).

Speaking of sweaters, it would be really funny to put these two in one of those two-person sweaters.

Stein probably has an entire collection of sweaters he just stitches together as a hobby. Say what you will about the man, he could probably sow anything at this point.

Do you think Stein would be one of those sweater-knitting grandpas.

Okay I'm losing track of myself again haha, hope this silly assortment is enjoyable!

I will say though, I also had an idea a little while ago where Stein takes Spirit to see a strange ram witch because Spirit has been cursed so that he can't leave his scythe form. Went a little something like the witch asking for one of the screws in Stein's coat pocket, which he swears wasn't there before, and the witch then uses it to guide them in the right direction. A strange but helpful fellow, that one.

[leonawriter]

DCMK shapeshifter-adjacent AU where everyone has animal traits of some kind. There's no "family of [cat/dog/etc]" but the kind of animal someone is gets found out over time as they grow up, or just suddenly when they're a little kid. Sometimes it's a private thing, and sometimes they don't care at all. But overall it's only a tangential thing; people are still more human than they are animal. It might be weird for someone whose soul connects with pigs to eat pork, but it's not cannibalism.

So then we have Saguru, who did a little research on Kaitou Kid before coming to Japan, and who asks all the questions and follows the trails, and based on the profile he has of Kaitou Kid, he becomes convinced that Kid is a fox-spirit. After all, how could a trickster who effectively shapeshifts like that not be a kitsune?

Only then he starts going to school with Kaito, and finds out that Kaito IS Kid, and his worldview shifts because-

Kaito is decidedly not a fox.

It confuses him to no end, but that's the truth. He sees absolutely no sign of fox ears or a fox tail at any time, and no sign of anything else that would suggest it either. And given his own nature, the urge to chase and hunt does come out, but it's purely because he's Kaito, and not the instinct of dog-chase-fox he would have assumed was there.

(Saguru is a golden retriever. His father did sigh somewhat when they realised, wishing that he could have been a little more presentable, but his mother adores them both and he'd never intended to ingratiate himself into high society anyway.)

He finds out what Kaito is during the summer.

Aoko - a blue-eyed cat herself - had been brushing out Kaito's unruly hair since it had somehow gained enough adornments of twigs and leaves to look like he was trying to be a bird's nest, and Kaito was happy to simply sit and let it happen, although grumbling and complaining whenever she pulled on a tangle.

Saguru had watched, amused, while he'd been eating his lunch. Halfway through, Aoko had finished and Kaito moved from where he was to flop next to Saguru himself, leaving him nonplussed.

He thinks that if he moves, then Kaito - easily startled at the best of times, even when comfortable and confident - will disappear.

Aoko only rolls her eyes at them both as he tries to finish his meal in an unnerved slowness, and lets her tail whack against Kaito's face when she turns away from them both with a muttered "Dumb rabbit."

(He finds out that he'd been half right on the ball assuming that Kaitou Kid was a fox some months after that enlightening moment. Kaito may not be, but his father on the other hand - the original Kaitou Kid whose reputation had come first - definitely was.)

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

pommi, ragtha and jax with a s/o who is a an fox plushie that has springs instead of limbs?

I'm going to give the reader typical "fox" characteristics. Like being a wise trickster and such. Just because I can :)

Ps: sorry but I couldn't think of anything for Ragatha

Pomni and Jax X fox Reader who has spring limbs

Pomni

★ You helped her feel at home when she first came into the picture. There where numerous things she didn't understand in the new world she's in. As much as she appreciates Ragatha trying to make her feel better, it's not what she needs.

★ She needs someone who will tell her the truth without sugarcoating it. Someone who can answer questions without making her feel like a child. please, listen to her talk. She has so much that needs to come off her chest.

★ Her favorite part of you is the soft fur. Specifically the tail. It makes for a really nice fidget toy. Sometimes she finds herself running her hand through it absentmindedly.

★ She sleeps better when she is with you. Naps are always better with something to cuddle up with. The hard wire that makes up your arms and legs can be padded with pillows to feel softer.

★ You two have a lot of self care dates. They were your idea. Though skin care and things of that sort don't really do anything to your digital bodies, it's still really relaxing.

Jax

★ A fox and a rabbit? Good luck with that. Jax would be extra mean to you your first few days in the digital circus. Just so you don't get any ideas.

★ Fortunately for you, a charming smile and the right words at the right time can leave him captivated. Are you trying to play with his feelings, or are you actually hitting on him?

★ Fortunately for his heart. You actually like the menace to society. Good luck putting up with a smug, cocky, jerk like him. Oh who am I kidding, that's probably why you like him.

★ He's not looking out for you. If you and those arms get tangled up he won't be helping you. You can take care of yourself. There's no need for a "Knight in shining armor" to come save you.

...That's what he tells you, anyway.

★ In reality, he'd try to keep you together. If you're in a tricky spot he might pull you out of it and leave you to pick yourself up. Nothing more. Nothing less.

★ Behind closed doors he's marginally better to you. He, gets this, helps you untangle yourself after pushing you around! Wow. So kind of him! Maybe he will even apologize for stretching you across the digital lake like a rubber band?

[sharlotscarletfox]

Hogwarts Legacy x Patronuses

This is dedicated to the one person that wanted to see it ily. To preface this I made a thread on Animagi forms for the main Hogwarts Legacy characters and I picked those on certain characteristics. I am picking patronuses based on their spirits or souls rather.

Sebastian Sallow

For him I headcanoned a dog as an animagus form and I think he would have a Fox as a patronus. I think he would definitely be able to conjure one, he has plenty happy memories of his parents before they died and probably a lot of good memories with his twin sister and Ominis. Just because he was going through it in his fifth year that doesn't mean his entire life had been a tragedy. Unlike... our other Slytherin boy...

This quote is not exactly off the wiki, it's actually off Pottermore which is like... mid. Unironically I hate the Pottermore sorting system if you want a good sorting take the damn uquiz that one person made it's so accurate and it clocks your personality so well. I'll link it in the end if anyone's interested but I'm getting too off topic. Anyway from Pottermore:

"Associated with cunning, the fox has a place in many ancient cultures’ folklore. Foxes are sometimes thought to be tricksters, leading the unsuspecting down a path of demise. The calculating fox can outwit its enemies with strategy and adaptability."

Very much a Slytherin Patronus. Sebastian had been adapting the whole series, learning different spells and researching things in order to find a cure. He went above and beyond to figure out how to use the relic and he did succeed in it. Also a trickster he seems to live pranks and causing mischief. Foxes are also my favorite animal if you can't tell from the user. They are also solitary creatures which is not exactly like Sebastian, however he was fully willing to do everything on his own if it came down to it. He was willing to fight Ominis in the catacomb and abandon MC if she didn't talk to the keepers.

Anne Sallow

I headcanoned Anne to have a cat animagus form to be a complete complement to Sebastian and I think she would have a Brown Hare as a patronus. Also this is a complete coincidence that I ended up matching them in patronuses as well. I wish I dated my notes but I don't but I had a list of like 10ish patronuses that would match the Shadow Trio and Anne close to when I started writing my fic but then never ended up doing anything with the information and then I decided that the Brown Hare fits her the best out of all I had and I didn't even have Fox listed for Sebastian for some reason I don't know you live and you learn I guess they are matching wood. Also I think she can conjure one for the same reason Sebastian can.

From Pottermore once again:

"Brown hares are typically characterized as shy, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be bold. They often outsmart predators by hiding in incredible stillness, but they can run at formidable speeds if they need to get away. In the spring, brown hares can be found “boxing” with each other in open farmlands. Your brown hare Patronus will not hesitate to get in a fighting stance and face the Dementors head-on."

I think this fits Anne well, not afraid to fight her own battles if it comes to it but maybe shy at first. Also outsmarting opponents is a Slytherin trait, I think while Sebastian is headstrong, Anne is a bit more logical with her approach of things. Sebastian and Ominis share like 3 braincells total when they are together so they need someone with some semblance of common sense to keep them together and Anne held that position before MC crash landed in Hogwarts for sure. I bet she would attempt to summon it just so she can watch it frolicking around they are fucking adorable.

Ominis Gaunt

So as a recap again I figured Ominis would have a White Snake as his animagus form but definitely no snake was considered for his patronus. As I said I think the patronus is more of the reflection of the soul and he tries so hard not to be associated with his family so I think there is no way his patronus is anything snakelike. YOU KNOW WHAT IT WOULD BE THO? A hedgehog. Also I think he would be able to produce one but it would be really really difficult.

Pottermore quoted:

"Cute and loveable inside and out, those who possess a hedgehog Patronus may thrive on giving and receiving love and may feel they need more of it than others realize. While upfront about their endearment and affectionate personality, hedgehogs are also known to be anxious and overly cautious. They often worry about their own and others of their kind’s safety. Those around must approach the hedgehog with care and precision, though, because when defensive and hurt, hedgehogs are remembered not for their sweetness, but for their sharp spikes."

Read the first sentence like 3 times and tell me it's not accurate. He cares so much for Seb, Anne and MC but none of them seem to reciprocate the sentiment to the extent he would like it. Anxious and overly cautious. He tried to keep Sebastian from the Dark Arts even going as far as to threathen the headmaster. He was also adamant about protecting the Undercroft from MC. In addition to all that he kept in touch with Snne throughout her illness and made sure she was doing okay. Also Ominis out of all the characters seemed to retaliate the most when he was hurt by something. He was never shy about voicing his hurt. Either the Undercroft, the Scriptorium, the Catacombs all these times he stood up for what he believed in and tried to protect his friends even at the expense of his own feelings.

Now a bit more fun exploration. Another fun thing to consider here and that I considered was that his patronus takes the form of whatever the player's animagus form is. That has happened before in canon and I think it's really sweet. The fact that your soul can reflect your love for someone else. For angst potential you can maybe write/draw his patronus present as a snake first and then later pick up MCs animagus form or patronus to match it. This concept gets even more interesting I'd you headcanon your MCs patronus/animagus to be a Unicorn. Why you might ask? Unicorns very heavily prefer women, (it is also the rarest patronus but who cares enjoy the game and headcanon whatever you want have fun) but that means that Ominis would be a very special exception for both of those reasons. Although Ominis does seem like the kind and pure enough soul to get accepted by a Unicorn. (PLEASE WRITERS AND ARTISTS TAKE NOTES MY IDEAS ARE FREE)

Natsai Onai

This is kind of an hear me out but it made so much sense in my head. I think Natsai would have a Giraffe patronus because of her dad even if this doesn't exist in Pottermore but what does jk rowling know anyway am I right. Speaking of that bitch idk why we are touching the main plot and making a show for it when there is so much potential to explore maybe Hogwarts Legacy Sequel or Marauderes or more on the Fantastic beasts movies or focus on another school but no they decide to mess with the old stiff and possibly ruin it sigh.

I went as bit off topic there I'm sorry none of these are super planned i just write what's on my mind. Anyway as I mentioned Pottermore doesn't list Giraffe as a possible patronus however since Natsai's father has such an influence on her life it would make sense to have his animagus form as her spiritual guardian. Same thing as I brought up with Ominis, love changes people and that's a good thing. I think she should have no problem producing one and would probably cry when she first sees it.

Poppy Sweeting

Poppy was headcanoned by me to be a bee animagus and I kinda gave her the most Hufflepuff like pateonus but I swear it fits so well. Poppy was the one I did the most recent research on because for the Shadow trio and Anne I did this a year or so ago and Natty's just came to me in a dream. Eventually I settled on a Badger which is the Hufflepuff crest it's like giving a slytherin a snake yes I know. I think out of all our characters aside from maybe our gifted MC she would be the fastest to produce one because she is full of love and full of joy.

Quoting Pottermore:

"The recognizable mascot of Hufflepuff House, badgers represent determination. Badgers mostly keep to themselves but are aggressive when threatened. Connected to the earth, the badger is grounded and celebrates individuality. This creature’s stubbornness and instinct to protect make it a formidable enemy for Dementors!"

Like you can't blame me it just makes sense. Surprisingly Poppy wasn't portrayed to get along with a lot of her peers which is odd but it would make sense that some people would find her obsession with the animals weird especially since this is Pre-Fantastic Beasts so they have not been studied to the right extent yet. However she is never afraid to be herself and break free from the ideas that her parents taught her. She was determined to save the dragon and the snidgets and she was always making the calls that would help preserve the animals. I love Poppy she's so sweet she is definitely deserving of a patronus that represents her whole house.

MC

Again putting MC last because as the player/writer/artist your patronus is what you want it to be and there is no wrong answer to this. In my case I gave my idea of MC as Thestral patronus because it's something unique and it also plays into what I headcanoned as her animagus form which is a Raven. Both Ravens and Thestrals are associated with and are seen as omens of death and thats a recurring theme in my mind with her.

For those curious of the description:

"Thestrals get a bad reputation as unlucky omens, probably due to their spooky appearance and association with death. The reality is that these intriguing creatures, which are only visible to people who have witnessed death and accepted its significance, are gentle and kind. Thestrals can fly at incredibly fast speeds and have a keen sense of direction. If the herd that lives in the Forbidden Forest is any indication, Thestrals can be extremely loyal to their human friends and will fiercely attack their enemies. This makes the Thestral an intimidating and powerful Patronus."

As an ending thought I think Pottermore sorting is bad however idk about anyone else but I got clocked with the patronus choice. When I took the quiz god knows how long ago it gave me the Nightjar which fits my personality incredibly well. If you were around for my post on wandlore I mentioned I would have a wand with many defensive qualities and Nightjar is also one of the more protective patronuses. For anyone wanting the quiz I will link it here. https://uquiz.com/quiz/oz0xOu/hogwarts-houses-but-pottermore-can-die-by-my-blade

[whencyclopedia]

Saynday Tales

Saynday tales are popular legends of the Kiowa nation featuring the trickster figure Saynday who, like other Native American tricksters, sometimes appears as a hero, sometimes as a villain, and other times as a clownish buffoon. Two of the best-known Saynday tales are How Saynday Got the Sun and Saynday and Smallpox: The White Man's Gift.

In Summer, Kiowa

F. A. Rinehart (Public Domain)

In these two tales, Saynday is the hero, bringing light to the whole world in the first story and, in the second, redirecting Death away from the Kiowa, his people, and toward the Pawnee, their enemy.

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The following are taken from Saynday's People: The Kiowa Indians and the Stories They Told by Alice Marriott and from American Indian Mythology by Alice Marriott and Carol K. Rachlin.

How Saynday Got the Sun

Saynday was coming along, and all the world was black as midnight. There was no sun on this side of the world and all the people were in darkness. The sun belonged to the people on the other side, and they always kept it near them, close by, so that nobody could take it from them.

As Saynday was coming along, he met some of the animals. They were Fox and Deer and Magpie. They were all sitting together by a prairie dog hole, talking about these things.

"What's the matter?" said Saynday.

"We don't like this world," said Fox.

"And what's wrong with the world?" said Saynday.

"We don't like all this dark," replied Deer.

"Now, what is wrong with the darkness?" asked Saynday.

"It won't let things live and grow and be happy," said Magpie.

"Well, I guess we'd better do something about it, then," said Saynday.

So, the four of them sat by the prairie dog hole, and they thought and thought and thought. They were so quiet that the prairie dog stuck his head up and, when he saw them, he stayed still and joined in the thinking.

"There is a sun," said Saynday at last.

"Where is it?" asked Fox.

"It is on the other side of the world," said Saynday.

"What's it doing over there?" asked Deer.

"The people who have got it won't let it go," answered Saynday.

"What good is it to us, then?" asked Magpie.

"Not any," said Saynday. "I guess we'd better do something about it."

So, they sat, and they thought, and they sat, and they thought some more. Then none of them moved at all.

Then Saynday said, "We could go and borrow that sun."

"It wouldn't really be stealing," said Fox.

"We don't want to keep it for always," said Saynday.

"We'd give it back to them sometimes," said Deer.

"Then things could live and grow on their side of the world," said Magpie.

"But they'd live and grow on this side, too," replied Saynday.

Then Saynday got busy, because he'd finished his thinking. He could begin to do things now.

"How far can you run?" he asked Fox.

"A long, long way," said Fox.

"How far can you run?" he asked Deer.

"A short, long way," said Deer.

"How far can you run?" he asked Magpie.

"A long, short way," said Magpie.

"I can't run very far, myself," said Saynday, "So I guess I'll have to take it last."

Then he lined them all up and told them what to do. Fox was to go to the village on the other side of the earth and make friends with the people who lived there. That was the first thing to do, and the hardest. So, Fox got ready and started out.

Fox traveled a long, long way, feeling his way along in the dark. Then there was a tiny rim of light on the edge of the world, like the sun coming up in the wintertime. He traveled towards the rim of light, and it got brighter and brighter, until it was a big, blazing light and it filled all the sky ahead of him. Then he was up on a hill, and down below him was the village of the people with the sun. Fox sat down on the hilltop and watched them while he made up his mind what to do.

The people were playing a game with the sun. They were lined up on two sides, and each side had four spears. They would roll the sun along the ground, like a big ball, and take turns throwing the spears at it. The side that hit the most times won. One side was way ahead, the other side was losing badly.

Fox went down the hill into the village and lay on the ground with his nose on his paws and watched them play. They rolled the sun again, and the side that was ahead won more points, and the side that was behind lost again. So Fox said, quietly, just so the captain of the losing side could hear him, "Good luck to the losers."

Nobody paid any attention, except the captain, and he just turned his head for a minute. Then they rolled the sun again and, this time, the losing side won. The captain came over and said to Fox, "Thank you for wishing us well."

"Good luck to your winning," said Fox and, this time, the losing side won again.

Then they had some excitement. The side that had been winning before wanted to send Fox away, but the side that was losing wanted to keep him there. They fought and bickered and argued, but Fox's side was the strongest and, in the end, he stayed.

Fox stayed and stayed and stayed and stayed in that village. He stayed until he knew it better than his own home. He stayed until he knew the names of all the people, and what they did, and where they lived. He stayed until he found out who had the sun when they weren't playing and until he knew all the men who watched it. He stayed until he knew the rules of the game they played, and even played himself. All this time, he was making a plan.

One day, they had a big game. It was to decide the champions for that year. Fox was playing on the side he had wished luck to in the beginning. Everyone else rolled the sun first because they had all been playing first, before he came. Then it was Fox's turn to roll. He took the sun in his paws the way they'd taught him and bent over as if he were going to send it along the ground. But, instead of rolling it, he got a good start on his running, and he ran off with the sun.

For the first minute, the people were so surprised they didn't know what to do. Then they were mad, and they started running after Fox. But Fox was a fast runner and could run a long, long way. That was why Saynday had put him first. He ran and ran and, at last, he caught up to Deer.

Deer didn't even look at the sun. He grabbed it from Fox and started running with it himself. He ran and ran and, just when he was about to give out, he caught up with Magpie.

The sun village people were so far behind now that they couldn't even be seen, but Magpie didn't take any chances. He started running with that sun, going as fast and as far as he could go. And, just when his breath was gone, he came up to Saynday and handed the sun to him.

The sun people were so far behind now that Saynday didn't even bother to run. He just walked along with the sun over his shoulder like a huge sack of meat. He walked along so easy that the others all caught up to him. When they were back at their old prairie dog hole, they all sat down to rest.

"Well, now we have the sun," said Saynday.

"Now we have light," said Fox.

"Now we can see what we're doing and where we're going," said Saynday.

"Now we can travel around," said Deer.

"Now plants will come up out of the ground and grow," said Saynday.

"Now there will be trees to live in," said Magpie.

"I guess we brought light to our world," said Saynday.

But the trouble was, there was too much light. It had been dark all the time before, and now it was light all the time. People could travel around all right, but they got tired, because it was light and so they were traveling all the time. The plants and the trees could grow, but they never stopped growing. Magpie and his wife went to bed in a tree ten feet off the ground and woke up in twenty-foot tree. It was all very annoying.

Finally, the three friends went to go see Saynday, who was sitting on the ground in front of his lodge, admiring the sun shining on the ground in front of him.

"What's the matter?" he said.

"There is too much light," said Fox.

"We don't want so much," added Deer.

"We don't need this much," said Magpie.

"What can we do?" asked Saynday.

"Try putting the sun somewhere else, I guess," said Fox.

"That is a good idea," said Saynday.

He put the sun in the lodge – but it shone right through the walls.

"Put it up off the ground," said Deer.

"All right," said Saynday, and he balanced it on top of the tip-top of the lodge.

Poof! Whoosh! It burned the whole lodge down.

"Well, then, throw it away," said Magpie.

"All right," said Saynday, "I don't want the old thing."

And he threw it straight up in the sky – and there it hung.

"That's a good place for it, actually," said Fox.

"It's far away enough not to burn things," said Saynday.

"It's got plenty of room to move around," said Deer.

"It can travel from one side of the world to the other," said Saynday.

"Now things can grow a little at a time," declared Magpie.

"And now all the people on both sides of the world can share the light evenly," said Saynday.

And that's the way it was, and that's the way it still is, to this day.

Saynday and Smallpox: The White Man's Gift

Saynday was coming along and, as he came, he saw that all his world had changed. Where the buffalo herds used to graze, he saw white-faced cattle. The Washita River, which once ran bankful with clear water, was soggy with red mud. There were no deer or antelope in the brush or skittering across the high plains. No white tipis rose proudly against the blue sky; settlers' soddies dented the hillsides and the creek banks.

'My time has come,' Saynday thought to himself. 'The world I lived in is dead. Soon, the Kiowa people will be fenced like the white man's cattle, and they cannot break out of the fences because the barbed wire will tear their flesh. I can't help my people any longer by staying with them. My time has come – and I will have to go away from the changed world.'

Off across the prairie, Saynday saw a dark spot coming toward him from the east, moving very slowly.

'That's strange, too,' Saynday thought to himself. 'The East is the place of birth and of new life. The things that come from the East come quickly; they come dancing and alive. This thing comes as slowly as death to an old man. I wonder what it is?'

Almost absent-mindedly, Saynday started walking eastward. As he went, the spot grew larger and, after a while, Saynday saw that it was a man on a horse.

The horse was black, but it had been powdered to roan with the red dust that the plows had stirred up when they slashed open the plains. Red dust spotted the man's clothing – a black suit and a high hat, like a missionary's. Red dust blurred his features, but behind the dust, Saynday could see that the man's face was pitted with terrible scars.

The stranger drew rein and sat looking at Saynday. The black roan horse lifted one sore hoof and drooped its head as if it were too weary to carry its burden any farther.

"Who are you?" the stranger asked.

"I'm Saynday. I'm the Kiowa's Old Uncle Saynday. I'm the one who's always coming along."

"I never heard of you," the stranger said. "And I never heard of the Kiowas. Who are they?"

"The Kiowas are my people," Saynday said and, even in that hard time, he stood up proudly, like a man. "Who are you?"

"I'm Smallpox," the man answered.

"And I never heard of you," said Saynday. "Where do you come from and what do you do and why are you here?"

"I come from far away, across the Eastern Ocean," Smallpox answered. "I am one with the white men – they are my people as the Kiowas are yours. Sometimes I travel ahead of them and sometimes I lurk behind. But I am always their companion, and you will find me in their camps and in their houses."

"What do you do?" Saynday repeated.

"I bring death," Smallpox replied. "My breath causes children to wither like young plants in spring snow. I bring destruction. No matter how beautiful a woman is, once she has looked at me, she becomes as ugly as death. And to men I bring not death alone, but the destruction of their children and the blighting of their wives. The strongest warriors go down before me. No people who have looked on me will ever be the same." And he chuckled low and hideously. With his raised forearm, Smallpox pushed the dust off his face, and Saynday saw the scars that disfigured it.

For a moment, Saynday shut his eyes against the sight, and then he opened them again. "Does that happen to all the people you visit?" he inquired.

"Every one of them," said Smallpox. "It will happen to your Kiowa people, too. Where do they live? Take me to them and then I will spare you, although you have seen my face. If you do not lead me to your people, I will breathe on you and you will die, no matter whose Old Uncle you are." And, although he did not breathe on Saynday, Saynday smelled the reek of death that surrounded him.

"My Kiowa people are few and poor already," Saynday said, thinking fast as he talked. "They aren't worth your time and trouble."

"I have time and I don't have to take any trouble," Smallpox told him. "Even one person whom I blot out, I can count."

"Oh," said Saynday. "Some of your ways are like the Kiowa, then. You count the enemies that you touch."

"I have no enemies," said Smallpox. "Man, woman, or child – humanity is all alike to me. I was brought here to kill. But, yes, I count those I destroy. White men always count: cattle, sheep, chickens, children, the living, and the dead. You say the Kiowas do the same thing?"

"Only the enemies they touch," Saynday insisted. "They never count living people – men are not cattle; any more than women and children are."

"Then how do you know the Kiowa are so few and poor?" Smallpox demanded.

"Oh, anybody can see that for himself," Saynday said. "You can look at a Kiowa camp and tell how small it is. We're not like the Pawnee. They have great houses, half underground, in big villages by the rivers, and every house is full of people."

"I like that," Smallpox observed. "I can do my best work when people are crowded together."

"Then you'd like the Pawnee," Saynday assured him. "They're the ones that almost wiped out the Kiowa; that's why we are so few and so poor. Now we run away, whenever we see a stranger coming, because he might be a Pawnee."

"I suppose the Pawnee never run away," Smallpox sneered.

"They couldn't if they wanted to," Saynday replied. "The Pawnee are rich. They have piles of robes; they have lots of cooking pots and plenty of bedding – they keep all kinds of things in those underground houses of theirs. The Pawnee can't run away and leave all their wealth."

"Where did you say they live?" Smallpox asked, thoughtfully.

"Oh, over there," Saynday said, jerking his chin to the north.

"And they are rich, and live in houses, with piles of robes to creep into and hide?"

"That's the Pawnee," Saynday said, jauntily. He began to feel better. The deathly smell was not so strong now.

"I think I'll go and visit the Pawnee first," Smallpox remarked. "Later on, perhaps, I can get back to the Kiowa."

"You do that," directed Saynday. "Go and visit the Pawnee and, when you grow tired there from all the work you have to do, come back and visit my poor people. They'll do all they can for you."

"Good," said Smallpox. He picked up his reins and jerked his weary horse awake. "Tell your people, when I come, to be ready for me. Tell them to put out all their fires. Fire is the only thing in the whole world that I am afraid of. It's the only thing in God's world that can destroy me."

Saynday watched Smallpox and his death horse traveling north, away from the Kiowa. Then he took out his flint and steel and set fire to the spindly prairie grass at his feet. The winds came and picked up the fire and carried it to make a ring of safety around the Kiowa camps.

"Perhaps I can still be some good to my people after all," Saynday said to himself, feeling better.

And that's the way it was, and that's the way it is, to this good day.

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[disastersappho]

okay but imagine the foxes playing dnd…

- nicky: the DM! his improv practice makes him excellent at thinking on his feet and he makes his NPCs flirt with everyone.

- neil: plays an arcane trickster rogue, loves the strategy and optimizing shit. took a level of bard though so he can cast vicious mockery and trash talk the bad guys.

- matt: plays an oath of devotion paladin, was new to playing and thought that he wouldn’t really care abt the acting stuff but actually gets really into role play- he cried when one of their NPC friends died. when an NPC flirts with him for the first time he gets so tongue tied and flustered and dan teases him about it for days

- renee: circle of stars druid or sorcerer idk some spellcaster for sure. doodles character art for everyone’s PCs during the sessions and takes really good notes. she played a little in high school and was the one who persuaded nicky to start their group up!

- dan: ranger!! she and neil WILL debate combat strategy and placement until nicky tells her that she HAS to take a turn it has been 15 minutes. she is very plot hook focused as a player and nicky loves how she finds all his little clues.

- andrew: shows up just for the snacks and to piss off kevin who thinks it is a waste of time. however, he lets nicky ramble about his plans sometimes. neil knows this and offers to trade secrets for DM intel. matt finds out and runs around yelling “NO INSIDER TRADING”

[osamucide]

thrilled for @chuuminn’s NYE party!!! Dazai and I will be attending as il lupo mannaro and the kitsune :)

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at first glance, Italian and Japanese myth and folklore are vastly different — and understandably so. as folks of two widely geographically-separated cultures, we pulled back a bit to consider the threads that tend to run universally throughout cultural myth and folklore and ended up finding an interesting commonality in the shapeshifting beings of the Italian lupo mannaro and the Japanese kitsune!

the kitsune is a Japanese fox spirit with the ability to take a human form, sometimes regarded as a trickster, sometimes more as a guardian; il lupo mannaro is what most English speakers refer to as a werewolf, a human with the ability to turn into a wolf. not only do we embody our own ethnicities, but both supernatural beings often serve as metaphors or symbols for duality and human moral ambiguity — fitting for two mafiosi-turned-detectives, wouldn’t you agree?

and yes, we both treated ourselves to claw acrylics for the occasion.

may 2025 bless you! x

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Last Updated: 2024-02-26

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Loki Odinson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ A Love of His Own by 4everdramaqueen • 〔A᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Loki saves you from President Loki and then falls for you."

✑ Awful Things by lokisgoodgirl • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "Fresh off the interrogation, Loki is emboldened to make a move."

✑ Back in Your Arms by sserpente • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Imagine [working for] the T.V.A. [after wreaking] havoc across the sacred timeline in a desperate attempt to bring Loki, your husband, back to life. When the T.V.A. captures [his Variant], all the pain and grief... finally makes way for relief and [unconditional love]. [However] when you finally meet again... he doesn't know who you are..."

✑ Control by munsons-maiden • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki loves to be in control, but it looks like the trickster has just as much fun when you take it."

✑ Enjoy the Little Things by starks-hero • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: Stranded on Lamentis, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic.

✑ Escaping the T.V.A. by anonymousfiction211 • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Loki escapes and ends up alone in the room where Mobius showed him the clips of his life. He finds a tape with [your] name on it, his former best friend and love-interest. Curiosity got the better of him and he decides to play the tape, which lead to something even Loki hadn't forseen."

✑ He's Me She's Mine by spilledkauffie • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Loki gets jealous... Of himself...

✑ Love that Could Have Been by aurora-star-wars • 〔A〕 •

Summary: Loki and Sylvie talk about reader on the train

✑ My King￨Prt. II by writings-of-a-british-fangirl • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "He Who Remains tempts Loki with a throne, with Asgard, with you… How long will paradise last before it starts crumbling?"

✑ Nexus by dyns33 • 〔F᜶M〕 •

✑ Nothing Gold by beyondspaceandstars • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "Loki thought you were gone forever but suddenly there you were. In the TVA library and you didn't recognize him."

✑ Overtime￨Prt. II by cleo-fox • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: Sometimes, working overtime isn't that bad.

✑ See You in Another Lifetime by munsons-maiden • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "Loki is forced to watch his life play out on the T.V.A. screen —and his future catches up with him."

✑ Special Care by fluffyfantasticducky • 〔F〕 •

Synopsis: "After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that."

✑ Through the Whole Universe by wewritesoyoucanenjoy • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You're] new to the T.V.A., and Mobius leaves [you] in charge of Loki."

✑ Timeless by muddyorbsblr • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: While doing research to help out Mobius on a 'moonshot project', you and Loki come across a startling revelation about your lives. All your lives.

✑ To the Daisy by french-vanilla-in-the-clouds • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[You're] a librarian working for the T.V.A. and [you] can't help but take a liking to Loki, the newest threat to the Sacred Timeline. The two [of you] bond over poetry and well, things might just take off..."

✑ Yggdrasil by smolvenger • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Your husband, the god of mischief, has made the ultimate sacrifice for his friends, and the world...he lives, but now he is alone...that is until you choose to join him in his solitude and make a life there."

✑ A Sleepy God by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ Absolutely Not by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

✑ All it Took was a Timepad by x-childish-x • 〔F〕 •

✑ Always by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Archived by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Arrogant by yetanotherhiddlestoner • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Comfort by randomfandomimagines • 〔C〕 •

✑ Goodbye by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔A᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Honeymoon, the by smolvenger • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Kid, the by dyns33 • 〔A᜶C〕 • 𑁍 •

✑ Last Minutes by laufeyamp • 〔A᜶C〕 •

✑ Lesson Learnt by daddypascal17 • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Loki's Theory by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Mischief Wrath by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ My Loki by wheredafandomat • 18+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pie Thief by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Pulled from the Timeline by ladyofmanyfandomsfanfictoo • 〔F〕 •

✑ Revelations by gone-to-fight-the-fairies • 〔F᜶A〕 •

✑ Warm by munsons-maiden • 〔F〕 •

✑ Loki Falling for Mobius' Daughter… by bakugousaysdie • 〔F〕 •

✑ Loki Falling for You, a TVA Agent… by oswildin • 〔F〕 •

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